I have a side job as an erotic massage therapist in Japan. There are a lot of variety articles about how sexless Japan is in general…and while I will avoid commenting on that directly, perhaps an off-shoot of that is that sex services for women here is steadily becoming more and more popular. Many of my clients are married women, and quite a few of them are visiting me with full permission from their husbands to do so.

(And some due to encouragement from their boyfriends/husbands…but more on that in a different story, perhaps.)

My first time meeting with a client I actually don’t know that much about her. Some choose to say very little about themselves, some may admit that they are married or have boyfriends but have fallen into a sexless rut. If she wants to talk I’m happy to listen, but if not I won’t pry either.

Hitomi was a customer who I’d meet for the first time at the hotel. She opened the door - a middle-aged Japanese woman, aged somewhere in her 30s to 40s. She had dyed auburn hair, about shoulder length. She was wearing a blue blouse and white pants - she looked very professional. As we were meeting in the afternoon on a weekday, I would find out later that she was in the middle of work, and had taken this time to slip away from the office. …My god that is so hot. Just the thought of her quietly excusing herself, coming to this hotel, meeting me, getting naked and sweaty and having several orgasms…then getting dressed, and going back to work as if none of that ever happened. Now that’s a power lunch!

Hitomi and I chatted for a bit, she filled out the counseling sheet which indicates what kind of play she likes/wants, and then she went off to shower while I read over her responses. I honestly don’t remember what she wrote, but I think it was something fairly average, nothing out of the ordinary.

Hitomi came back wearing the bathrobe, then it was my turn to shower. I could tell from her original outfit that she had an average body, but the details were still hidden underneath her robe. Whatever, I’m not here to satisfy my own desires, I’m here to satisfy hers. At least, that’s what I thought.

I finished my shower and instructed Hitomi to take off her robe and lay face-down on the bed. She did as instructed, and I covered her back and ass with a towel for now. When I say that her body was average, I simply mean she was neither slim nor curvy. None of these things are bad. I love women of all shapes and sizes. So she was somewhere in between, with B to C-cup tits and a soft tummy. Hitomi and I hadn’t talked about whether or not she was married with kids, but I kind of got the feeling that she was. If I could come home to this kind of woman every day, I’d be a very happy man.

I start my massage as usual, working from her feet up her calves and her thighs, applying oil as I went. As I move further up her thighs I push the towel up so that it’s not in the way…and as I do, I notice that Hitomi is wet. Now I say wet, and you’re probably thinking yeah yeah, of course she was. No no, she wasn’t just wet. I dunno if I’ve talked about my levels of wetness before here…level 1 is the standard level, where if you touch the outer vaginal folds you won’t feel anything, but get a finger in there and you do feel the wetness. Level 2 is where you feel it immediately upon making contact with her lips. Level 3 is where you feel it immediately upon your fingers grazing any skin down there.

Hitomi was level 4. She was visibly wet. Her juices glistened softly in the dim hotel light, and when I softly spread her legs apart to better work her inner thighs, a trail of wetness spread between her legs before sagging down onto the sheets.

I mean…at this point should I even bother finishing the massage? She was very clearly ready for more. I debated it internally, but decided to keep doing the massage. She’d paid for this time and I didn’t want to rush things.

I gave her the massage, working her back, having her turn over, starting again from her legs and working up, massaging her thighs while staring directly at her soaking wet pussy. Every instinct in my body either wanted to bury my face into it, or my cock, but I kept myself in check. I worked up her upper body, her shoulders, and then her breasts. Hitomi hit the limits of her patience, threw her arms around me, and pulled me in closer. Before I knew it her tongue was deep inside of my mouth, as I struggled for a moment to catch up. I reached down between her legs - her thighs now at this point more or less a slick slip and slide, and touched her soaking pussy for the first time. Hitomi gasped, the touch seemingly hitting every nerve in her body at once.

I carefully pulled away from Hitomi’s intense kissing, and allowed myself to suck on her breasts. Soft, but with pert nipples that responded amazingly as I ran my tongue over them, circling them, stroking them. I continued to softly finger her, but I hit my limit at well - I had to have that pussy. I slid down and wasted no time burying my tongue inside of her folds. The lower half of my face was instantly wet with her juices - I took a few long licks to gather as much of it into my mouth as possible. I found her clit and began slowly stroking it, caressing it with the tip of my tongue. Hitomi moaned loudly, reaching down and grabbing my head with both of her hands. Having sufficiently warmed her up (she was already about as hot as a jet engine, but still) I focused on her clit, moving my tongue in my unique way, sending waves of stimulation throughout her body.

“No, I’m gonna cum!” Hitomi barely manages to scream out in between her moans, and a matter of moments later I feel her pussy pulsate in my mouth, as more moisture spreads out to soak the bottom half of my face.

So…that’s one.

I repeat the process, giving her a few seconds to calm down, then going back in and slowly stroking her clit with my tongue, before working up to my special technique. Having now perfected the timing, rhythm, and speed, I repeat this to give her four or five orgasms. With her being so wet, I take the opportunity to slip my long tongue inside of her, going in as deep as I can and exploring. This also gets her off two or three times.

I was thoroughly enjoying myself, and honestly could have kept going. But I noticed Hitomi starting to tire - one thing I have learned over the years is that it is possible to orgasm too much. We still have plenty of time left of the clock, so I decide to take a break (mostly for her sake). I slide up and lay down next to her, and she easily snuggles into my side.

With a shit-eating grin on my face that she can’t see, I ask - “So, did you cum?”

Hitomi lets out a snort. “What part of all that did you think I wasn’t cumming?”

I hold her a bit tighter. “Well, I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”

So, the thing about all this is that it’s sex services for women. It’s all one-sided for her, as it should be. Women are allowed to touch therapists, and do whatever they want to them, but many women (at least in my experience) don’t. But sometimes there are women who do want to reciprocate to the therapist.

To reinforce the idea that this time is completely for her, I usually do everything while keeping my boxer shorts on. It’s my way of saying - my penis has nothing to do with this time. And for the most part, most customers are fine with that and never really engage with that part of me.

Most…but not all.

Hitomi had been staring down at my boxers for a while now. Her hands crept down, as she traced the outline of my semi-hard dick casually with her fingers.

“You can touch it if you want,” I said, pulling my boxers down and exposing my cock to her.

“May I?” she asks. There’s a question that never needs to actually be asked. But with me nodding my approval, she took my cock in between her fingers and began to lightly stroke it. I was already half-hard, but as she softly touched it we both felt it grow in her hands until I got to full mast.

“You got hard…for me?” Hitomi asks. It’s difficult to translate the nuance of how she said this, but the implication was that she was surprised that she was able to get me hard at all.

“Of course. A beautiful woman stroking my cock like that, why wouldn’t I?”

Hitomi fell silent. It was deafening.

She continued to look down, as her gentle stroking turned into gripping it and working the shaft. It felt like every stroke caused it to pulsate harder in her hands. She stopped for a moment, and just looked at it, as if witnessing something rare.

Hitomi then looked up at me. “Would you mind…if I licked it?”

Again, questions that don’t need to be asked.

“You can do whatever you want to me.” And with the word given, Hitomi slid down and took me into her mouth.

Much as I had done to her, Hitomi started off slow, taking my head into her mouth and tracing the edges with her tongue. She then would take as much of me into her mouth as possible - getting a little less than half in - running her tongue along the base as she did so. She would occasionally look up to gauge my reactions. I have no idea what I looked like, but what she was doing felt amazing so I hope that was reflected on my face.

After a while Hitomi sped up, grabbing my shaft with one hand and working it while bobbing up and down on the top half of my cock with her mouth. It wasn’t long before I felt the urge to cum start to well up inside of me. …Believe it or not, I didn’t want to. Again, this time was hers, that she paid for. Me getting a BJ from her was already plenty indulgent. Me cumming on her time and her dollar? That felt like too much. Too selfish.

“No stop, I’m gonna cum…” I said.

Upon hearing the words, it was like she locked in. Her grip got tighter and her movements more intense. The message was very clear - I want you to cum.

And so I did. But that’s an understatement - I exploded in her mouth. I had expected her to duck away at the last minute, but she didn’t. She kept her mouth firmly around me as I erupted, her hand around my base softly pumping me for every drop. Satisfied that she’d milked me dry (she had), she slowly pulled away, and with only traces of my cum remaining in her mouth, she said, “I was able to make you cum…thank you.”

Again, the translation nuance is a bit tricky, but the way she said this implied that she was surprised that she personally was able to not only make me hard, but get me off as well.

We spent the next few minutes cuddling again, but with time winding down she took a quick shower and changed back into her professional clothes. And afterwards, went back to work, with her coworkers completely oblivious to the fact that she’d just been licked to several orgasms, and now had a full load of my seed in her belly after sucking it dry from my cock. Again…that is so goddamned hot.

Hitomi would become a regular customer of mine, and would later tell me that she was indeed married with children, but her and her husband hadn’t had a sex life together for years. So I could only imagine how many nights she must have spent trying to get him to want sex, how many limp–dick blowjobs she must have given in a futile attempt to get him into it.

That was all she ever said, so I know nothing about their marriage or relationship together. But I personally cannot imagine a world where I have this woman willing to give me that kind of BJ and somehow I’m not into it at all. …But instead, I get to live in a world where not only did I get paid to get a BJ, she swallowed every drop and thanked me for it.

Life can be weird sometimes. Not that I’m complaining.